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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.