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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Visage,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.