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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.