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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.