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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
New Order,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.