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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.