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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.