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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.