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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.