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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drexciya 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Pole,
Nico,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.