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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.