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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.