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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Main Source,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.