Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.