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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.