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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.