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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Scion,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.