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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Brick,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.