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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.