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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.