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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.