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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.