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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Fear,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.