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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.