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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.