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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.