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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.