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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
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You don't know what you really want.
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