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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.