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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.