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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.