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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.