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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.