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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Mars,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.