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 India and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.