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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.