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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.