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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Slave,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.