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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
the Normal,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.