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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Television,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.