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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
UT,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.