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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.