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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.