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 France and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.