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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Television,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.