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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.