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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.