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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
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.