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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column 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?
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.