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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Brick,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.