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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.