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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.