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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.