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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Rakim,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.