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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.