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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.