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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.