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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.