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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.