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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.