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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.