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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.