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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.