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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.