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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.