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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.