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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.