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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Fear,
Magma,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Index,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.