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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.