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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.