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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.