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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.