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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.