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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.