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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.