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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.