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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Section 25,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Can,
Brick,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.