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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.