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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Names,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.