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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.