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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.