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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.