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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.