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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.