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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Index,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.