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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.