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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
DNA,
the Slits,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.