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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.