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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
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Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.