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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
10cc,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.