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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.