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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the funk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.