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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.