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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.