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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Can,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.