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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.