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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.