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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.