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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.