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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.