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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.