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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.