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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Japan,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
ABBA,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.