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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.