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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Monks,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.