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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.