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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.