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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.