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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Index,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Cure,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.