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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Interpol,
The Fall,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.