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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.