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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.