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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.