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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.