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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.