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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.