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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.