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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
John Holt,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.