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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.