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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.