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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.