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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
MDC,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.