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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.