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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.