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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.