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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
MDC,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.