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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.