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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Darondo,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.