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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.