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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.