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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
DNA,
Can,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.