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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.