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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.