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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.