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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Nas,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.