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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.