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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.