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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.