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 Japan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
JFA,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.