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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
The Monks,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.