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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.