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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.