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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.