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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.