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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.