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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
AZ,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Gong,
Can,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.