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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.