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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.