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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.