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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.