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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.