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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.