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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.