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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.