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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.