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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.