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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.