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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Standells to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.