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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.