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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
DNA,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.