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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.