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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.