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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.