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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.