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 Benin 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.