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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Nico,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.