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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.