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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.