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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.