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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slave to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.