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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moebius to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.