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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.