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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.