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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Litter 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.