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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.