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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.