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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Busters,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
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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.