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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.