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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.