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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
The Names,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.