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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Faust,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.