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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Television,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.