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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Pole,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.