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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Index,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Faust,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
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.