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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.