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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Can,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.