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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.