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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.