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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.