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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.