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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Japan,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.