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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Nico,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.