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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.