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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.