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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.