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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.