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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.