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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.