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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.