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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.