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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.