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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.