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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.