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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Urselle to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
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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.