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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.