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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Index,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.