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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Pole,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.