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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.