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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Nas,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.