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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.