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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
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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.