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 Laos 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
The Move,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.