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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Smog,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.