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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.