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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.