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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.