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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.