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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.