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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.