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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Pylon,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.