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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.