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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
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.