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 Romania 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.