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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.