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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.