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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.