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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.