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 Niger 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.