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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.