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 Haiti and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.