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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.