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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.