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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.