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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.