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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
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Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.