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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.