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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.