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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Move,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
UT,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.