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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
JFA,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.