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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Nas,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.