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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.