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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Rekid,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.