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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.