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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.