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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Index,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.