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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.