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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.