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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Index,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.