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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Index to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.