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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.