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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.