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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.