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 China and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.