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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.