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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.