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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.