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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.