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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.