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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.