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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.