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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.