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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.