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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.