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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.