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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.