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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.