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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.