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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.