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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.