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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.