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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.