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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.