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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.