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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
JFA,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.