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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
the Germs,
CMW,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.