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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.