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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.