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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.