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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.