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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
DNA,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.