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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Index,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Visage,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.