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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Monks,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.