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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.