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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.