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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.