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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.