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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.