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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Brick,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.