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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics 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 grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.