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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.