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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.