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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.