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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.