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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.