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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.