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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.