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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.