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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.