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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.