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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.