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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Can,
The Toasters,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.