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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.