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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.