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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.