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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
X-101,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.