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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.