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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.