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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Wire to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Faust,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.