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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.