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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.