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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.