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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.