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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
10cc,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.