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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.