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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.