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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.