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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.