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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.