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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.