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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.