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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.