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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.