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 Bangladesh 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
UT,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.