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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.