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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.