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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.