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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.