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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.