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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
MC5,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.