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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.