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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.