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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.