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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.