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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.