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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.