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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Victims,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.