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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.