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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Supertramp 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
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.