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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Echospace,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.