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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
John Holt,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
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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.