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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.