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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.