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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
UT,
cv313,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.