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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.