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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Motorama,
cv313,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.