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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.