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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.