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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.