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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pylon 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.