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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.