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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.