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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.