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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.