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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.