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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.