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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.