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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.