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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.