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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.