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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.