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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.