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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.