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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.