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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.