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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.