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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.