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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.