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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.