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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.