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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.