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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.