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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.