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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.