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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Gong,
the Swans,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.