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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.