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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.