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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.