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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.