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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Monks,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.