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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.