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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
ABC,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.