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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.