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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.