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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Index,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.