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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.