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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.