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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.