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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.