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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.