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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.