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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.