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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.