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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Nas,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.