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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.