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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Organ 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.