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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.