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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.