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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.