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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.