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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.