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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.