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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Television,
Monks,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.