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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.