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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.