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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.