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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Nas,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.