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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.