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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.