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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Cluster,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.