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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.