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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.