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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
X-101,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.