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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.