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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.