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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.