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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.