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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Wings,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.