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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.