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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.