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 India and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
June Days,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.