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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.