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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.