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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.