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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Deepchord 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.