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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.