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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.