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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.