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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.