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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.