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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Television,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.