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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Scion,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Wire,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.