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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.