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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Ponytail 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.