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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.