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 Romania and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.