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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.