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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.