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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.