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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.