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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.