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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.