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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
AZ,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.