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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.