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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.