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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.