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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.