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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Skriet,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Swans,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.