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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.