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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Can,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.