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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.