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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.