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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.