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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.