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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.