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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.