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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.