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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.