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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.