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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.