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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.