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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.