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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.