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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Scion,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.