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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.