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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.