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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.