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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.