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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Visage,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.