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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 June of 44 to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.