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 Albania 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.