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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Busters,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.