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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.