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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.