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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.