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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.