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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.