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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Visage,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.