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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Swans,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.