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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.