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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.