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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.