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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.