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 Oman 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Deakin,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.