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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Visage,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.