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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.