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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.