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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.