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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
PIL,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.