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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.