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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.