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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Motions,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.