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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Pole,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.