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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.