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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.