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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.