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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
MC5,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Index,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
JFA,
10cc,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.