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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.