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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
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.