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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.