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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.