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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
The Names,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.