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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.