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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.