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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
The Index,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.