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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.