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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.