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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Move,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.