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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.