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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.