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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Lalann,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.