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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.