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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.